"Angel, oh oh oh

Knew you were special from the moment I saw you, I saw you, yeah

And even though I sin, maybe we are born to life

But I know time will tell if we're meant for this, yeah if we're meant for this"

✰

Luke Hemmings had been fucking livid for a solid twelve hours.

The previous day had ended so, so good with Arlo curled up on his chest. His morning started even better as he woke up to her straddling his waist, his hands tracing up the soft skin of her bare thighs as she peppered loving kisses on his jaw.

He thought his girl was just needier in the morning, as Arlo tended to be. But, it had turned out that Arlo woke up him so gently because she knew something he didn't.

With a wince, Arlo had to tell Luke why she wasn't getting ready to leave for the music video shoot with the rest of the band. Their management had planned to "accidentally" have the set of the She's Kinda Hot music video leaked in order to create promo.

The airport was the only time the band had been spotted out in public as well as the only time they'd interacted with fans besides on social media and well, the people in charge were demanding for the boys to give the fans what they wanted. Especially Luke, for ever since they told him he couldn't have pictures of his girl on his own socials, he refused to post anything.

Therefore, Arlo would be staying back at the house alone while the band left to go shoot before the sun came up. Luke wasn't happy about this, not in the slightest. He wanted her there every step of the way. Technically she'd been with the band longer than even he had and she deserved to see the fruits of her labor in person.

In the end, Arlo managed to get the grumpy boy out of the house on time while she got ready to go out in the city on her own for the day. Arlo told Luke she would just be going back to sleep for a few hours considering the way he reacted when she went out alone in New York, but the truth was there were things that needed to be taken care of.

On Friday, the music video for She's Kinda Hot would be uploaded and the single would be released on all streaming platforms. The boy knew that, but what Arlo had yet to tell them was their trip had been extended an extra day in order for them to perform at The Greek Theatre which had a capacity of over five thousand people- it would be their biggest show yet and their first official performance since being signed to a record label.

The boy's schedules were already packed and the last thing she needed for them was to be even more stressed so, Arlo had an appointment to meet with a stylist assigned by the label. She knew for a fact that if the boys were thrown into clothes that they didn't like it would only freak them out and they'd be nervous enough playing such a big crowd already. Arlo knew them well enough to know what clothes they liked and it would give her something to do all day.

Even after shooting the music video, Luke was still fucking livid.

The stylist messed with his hair- which he hated unless it was Arlo of course- and he had to redo so many scenes that he thought he was going to collapse. It was unbelievably fun for the most part and he truly felt like a rockstar, but he wished she were there.

Lastly, Luke was fucking livid because even after they got done shooting, there was a mandatory meeting with the label in order to check up on the process of the album. Much to their disappointment, they needed the album to be completed much, much sooner.

Talks of touring within the next two months were being thrown around and it made Luke's head spin. All four of the boys had looked at each other in shock, exhausted from filming their first music video, and even more stress was piled on them by the minute.

The four of them got dinner together at some shitty diner where they discussed the album themselves. Ashton pulled up a picture on his phone of the whiteboard sitting down in Calum's basement, looking through their previous ideas.

Sounds Good Feels Good stuck out to them the most, so they decided that's what the album would be named. That was the easy part though, for they only had Money, She's Kinda Hot, The Girl Who Cried Wolf, Castaway, Hey Everybody, and Fly Away written. Only six songs out of the bare minimum of fifteen that the label asked for.

By the time the band walks through the door of their temporary house, it's well past midnight. A groan leaves all of their lips as they pass through the kitchen where a reminder of their schedule sits. Only four or so hours until they had to be up and do it all again.

Too tired to do anything but stumble back to their rooms, they part. Luke rubs his eyes tiredly as he makes his way to his room, which happened to be the very last one at the end of the hall upstairs. He fucking hated the stairs too, they were the modern type that looked like they were floating and he was surprised he hadn't tumbled down them yet.

When Luke opens the door to the room he shares with Arlo, his heart nearly thumps right out of his chest.

His girl lays passed out on the bed. Arlo is on top of the covers rather than underneath them and her open book lays on her chest like she'd fallen asleep accidentally. A pout sits on Luke's lips as he silently makes his way over to her.

The little sticky note with his drawing on it is in her free hand. Gently, Luke takes the bookmark from her hand and picks her book up from her chest, sliding the paper in the proper place before closing it.

Just as Luke turns to place the book on the nightstand, a sharp intake of breath echoed through the room signaling Arlo had woken up. She sits up, blinking tiredly. "Lu?"

"Go back to sleep, sweet girl." His voice is nothing more than a whisper as he leans down to brush her hair out of her face. She leans into his touch, but makes no move to lay back down. In fact, Arlo sits all the way up.

"I didn't get to talk to you all day." She argues, a slight pout on her lip as she pats the empty mattress next to her, gesturing for him to sit down.

As tired as Luke is, he won't ever deny time with his girl. He takes the time to kick off the tight skinny jeans he'd been confined to all day, making Arlo's cheeks flush as he sits on the bed beside her.

Just as the girl opens her mouth to speak, Luke's hands find either side of her hips and he positions Arlo to sit in-between his parted legs, her back to his chest. Reaching for the book on the bedside table, he holds it out for both of them to see.

"Is this any good so far?" Luke asks with a smirk, clearly being able to see the way Arlo's eyes had gone wide at their position.

Arlo could feel everything, especially considering Luke was only in boxers and a thin t-shirt. Every time he breathed she could feel his stomach contracting, his strong chest molding against the curve of her back.

And well, with both of his muscular arms on either side of her, caging her in, she couldn't deny how attractive the sight was. Even with the book in front of her, she wasn't focusing on a single word on the page.

"It's... uh- it's good." Arlo mumbles.

"Oh, really?" Luke questions, his blue eyes never failing to catch the way her chest had begun to rise and fall increasingly faster. "You fell asleep, how good could it be?"

Arlo rolls her eyes playfully, draping one of her legs over Luke's outstretched ones as she gets comfortable. She adjusts her body, unintentionally brushing against a very sensitive part of Luke. He sucks in a bated breath but she doesn't seem to notice as she takes the book from his hand.

"Look, this part reminded me of you." Arlo flips through the pages, beginning to read a paragraph she'd drawn little stars around. The main character of the story was doing something with his friends, but Luke admittedly was not paying attention in the slightest.

Luke was far too focused on the little outfit she had on.

Due to how much smaller she was than him, he had a perfect view over her shoulder allowing him to see her long, tan legs stretched out and intertwined with his. They're bare, courtesy of a pair of little baby pink shorts made of a silk material that is unfairly short. If that weren't enough she had on a tight white t-shirt that gave him a pretty good idea of what she had on underneath- fucking nothing.

Arlo is completely absorbed in reading to Luke when she feels his calloused fingertips on her thigh. She thinks nothing of it at first, used to Luke's typical clinginess. That is, until his hand begins to travel upwards.

Her breath catches in her throat, heart beating incredibly fast as Luke reaches the hem of her shorts. "Luke-"

"Keep reading to me." The blond instructs lowly, his lips brushing her ear. A shiver goes down her spine and he can feel every shake of her muscles, only edging him on. Arlo's voice wavers as she reads, satisfying him to no end.

Arlo stumbles on her words when Luke's fingertips dip under the hem of the loose shorts, tracing over the lace band that sits on her hipbones. When he slips his fingertips under the band of the lace, just barely tugging on it teasingly, Arlo nearly drops the book.

"Luke." She whines, her hips shifting at the movement. Arlo wasn't too sure when the room had begun to fill with anticipation, but she was surely downing in the tension now. "What are you doing?"

"Missed you." Is all Luke mumbles, finally connecting his lips to the curve of her jaw. He smirks against her skin as she gasps, her body going rigid. He begins tracing gentle circles on her hip bone, encouraging her to relax. "Am I not allowed to miss you?"

"No." She shakes her head eagerly. "No, you can."

Luke smirks, enjoying taunting her more than he was willing to admit. "You sure?" He asks, his fingers traveling up higher as his lips aim lower.

"I'm sure." Arlo mumbles out just in time for Luke's lips to reach the base of her neck. Simultaneously, his fingertips sneak under her shirt, deftly brushing over the area of her rib cage where the band of her bra would sit had she been wearing one.

Arlo finally gives up fully, closing the book. Luke takes it from her instantly, throwing it onto the nightstand in a move so reckless she would have scolded him for it had she not been so occupied with other things.

"The boys are home." Luke reminds her. "You know what that means, baby?" His fingertips are everywhere on the skin of her torso, traveling down to the waistband of her shorts and all the wall back up.

"Be quiet?" Arlo guesses, her chest heaving with uneven breathes now. Luke was really dragging this out- he hadn't even touched her properly yet and she was falling apart.

"Not a fucking sound." Luke confirms, his voice leaving no too for argument. The old Luke would have taken pride in other people hearing his effect on the women he was with, but now, the thought of them hearing Arlo in a state only he was entitled to made him sick.

Arlo takes a deep breath. "Okay." She says eagerly, her body practically writhing in impatience against him. "I can do that."

"Can you?" He teases. Luke places a few more kisses on the skin of her neck, allowing his teeth to mark the area before he allows his hands to travel back up. "Show me you can handle it, Arlo."

That's the last thing he says, leaving Arlo reeling before he suddenly explores an area of her body he'd been dying to touch. In one sudden movement, he has one of her breasts in his large hands. Arlo gasps, her body arching in response at the new sensation. Luke nearly groans at how perfect she fits in the palm of his hand- like she was fucking made for him.

It's when Luke's thumb just barely ghosts over her nipple does Arlo's resolve finally break. A loud whimper leaves her lips, a shiver running through her body. Luke groans against the skin of her neck, resisting the urge to flip her over and replace his hands with his mouth.

But he couldn't, not when he promised himself to be more gentle with her. He was taking his time, savoring every inch of her body that she so graciously gave him. Luke felt honored to be the only one to ever have her like this and he wouldn't take her trust for granted.

"What did I say, Lo?" Luke nips at her neck with his teeth, his grip on her breasts slightly harsher, just enough to send a shock down her spine. "Not a fuckin' sound."

"Sorry." Arlo gasps, her chest heaving as every nerve in her body stands at attention.

The more his fingers trace over such a sensitive area of her body, the more the heat in her stomach grows. Luke suddenly rolls both of her nipples between his thumb and pointer finger and Arlo's thighs squeeze together as a result.

"Good girl." He praises, her whimpers muffled as she tries desperately to conceal the sounds.

Luke notices the movement, hell he anticipated it, but he didn't like it one bit. He wanted her to feel every single goddamn sensation he sent running through her body fully. In one quick moment, his hands leave her soft skin in order to grip her thighs. He spreads her legs for him, draping both of her legs over either of his own in order to allow him full control over her. This way, she couldn't close her legs or clench her thighs unless he allowed it.

"You okay, baby?" Luke pauses his movements for a moment, taking time to scan over her pretty face. His girl is panting, her eyes glossed over with lust and her cheeks tinted a pretty shade of pink. The pure look of need on her face alone prompts him to stop his teasing.

"Yes, Luke." She nods eagerly, careful to not even allow her voice to be too loud. Anything to please him so he would finally give her the relief she needed. "It's perfect, just please-"

Luke nearly growls at the pleading nature of her tone. She was so, so desperate, practically falling apart from him and he was fucking obsessed. Obsessed with how she sounded, the feel of her skin, the look in her eyes- all of her.

Her words are all the confirmation he needs to bring his hands to the waistband of her shorts. She assists him, raising her hips as she allows him to throw the silky fabric aside. Nerves fill her veins as she's practically bare for someone for the first time, but her trust for Luke outweighs the feeling.

Instantly, a strained groan leaves Luke's lips. If the sinful white lace contrasting against her tan skin wasn't enough, the way the fabric was so clearly soaked nearly drove him fucking mad. "Fuck, Lo." Luke curses, his fingertips just barely grazing over her center through the fabric.

A small whine leaves her lips at the tiniest bit of contact, her hips drawing forward at the motion instinctively as she does her best to conceal the sounds threatening to escape. She bites down hard on her bottom lip as she watches Luke's hand trace down her center.

Luke clenches his jaw painfully tight, a million different scenarios running through his mind of what he wanted to do to her. She was so fucking responsive, he'd barely grazed her, and yet she was writhing against him.

Be gentle. Ease her into it. He repeats over and over to himself.

His fingers nimbly slide the lace aside, allowing him to see her for the first time. "Fuck, you're perfect, baby." Luke says lowly as he takes in the sight of her before allowing his middle finger to boldly drag up her center. "And you're a fuckin' mess." His lips brush her jaw. "Who made you like this, Lo?"

"You." She responds instantly, her voice wavering as his fingers finally find the one place she needs him most. He draws torturously slow circles on her clit, applying just enough pressure to send shockwaves through her system.

As small whimpers leave her lips, Luke's free hand travels up her front until his fingertips are brushing her neck. He takes her neck in his grasp, not squeezing, just splaying his fingertips against the skin. Using his grip on her neck, he tilts her head back until he can reach her lips, all the while continuing to draw circles against her.

"Who?" Luke challenges, the curve of his nose aligning with her jaw as she writhes against him, seeking more pressure only to be held in place by his strong thighs.

"You, Luke." Arlo whines, the noise just barely too loud for his standards.

Luke kisses her suddenly, swallowing every moan and whimper that leaves her lips as he speeds up the motion of his fingers against her. His girl is a mess, falling apart already as she struggles to keep up with the kiss.

Arlo breaks the kiss, a loud gasp leaving her lips as Luke slowly slips a finger inside of her. The feeling is new and slightly surprising at first, but as soon as she adjusts she finds herself needing more.

"Good fuckin' girl." Luke praises as he pumps his finger in and out of her slowly. He adds another before curling his fingers inside of her as he increases his pace. "Takin' me so well. Fuck, you're tight." He rambles, utterly obsessed with the feel of her.

Luke decides he could do this all fucking night. He would too if she would let him. He wouldn't care if he didn't finish once, hell he could probably finish just watching her. Arlo was so fucking pretty, her eyes hazy and her lips swollen.

Although Luke's fingers feel undeniably mind-blowing and she was already feeling her high approach, Arlo knew he was holding back. There was a certain intensity that he had in the bookstore that she had yet to see again. She knew exactly what he was doing, especially after their conversation in his bed.

"You're holding back." Arlo gasps out, her voice breaking as she struggles to keep her high at bay.

Luke's fingers stall, but only for a moment as he continues his relentless pace. "What?" He asks lowly.

The tone of his voice sends a shiver down her spine. "You're holding back- Do it, whatever it is you really want to do." Arlo gasps, her eyes pleading with him. "You won't hurt me, promise."

In a split second, Luke's touch is gone, sending Arlo reeling as her high is stripped completely away from her. Although, she has no time to process it as her back suddenly connects harshly with the mattress.

Luke hovers over her still trembling figure, his blue eyes completely dilated as she lays underneath him. He supports himself with one of his strong arms, the other glistening with her arousal. Luke is completely silent as he allows the suspense to overtake her.

Thirty seconds must pass of him staring down at her with that intense look in his eyes before he suddenly brings his fingers that were just inside her to his lips. He slips them past his lips, his eyes fluttering shut as he takes his time to clean them.

Arlo is nearly shaking below him from the aftermath of her ruined orgasm and the pure intensity in his eyes. Luke suddenly leans down, his face inches from hers. "Don't play with me, Arlo."

His girl swallows thickly, subtly spreading her legs for him in a way that nearly makes him lose his fucking mind. "I'm not." She nearly whimpers. arching her body into his tone to try to make up for the loss of contact. "Please, Luke. I want you."